I *should* write a big wrap up of all my best posts from 2010 but that seems really time consuming and I’d rather watch this repeat of 30 Rock and stuff my face with the cookies I made this afternoon with my Amazing New KitchenAid Mixer. Maybe I should just write a love letter to my Amazing New KitchenAid Mixer and call it a day. Or I’ll save that for 2011.

Besides, I can’t really pick my favorite posts. I loved playing party planner with the eight zillion different posts about Little Evan’s first birthday and Caroline’s Baby Shower. I met some AWESOME new people with blog hops like the Home Tour and the Tat-Tour. There were posts I was really proud of, even if they were about silly things like my kid’s hair or baby kicks or not going to BlogHer. I got my first DSLR and took a zillion pictures of birds and gorillas and Little Evan with a toilet on his head and that conference I went to in Minneapolis. And then of course there was big stuff, like E re-enlisting,  a new pregnancy and a new baby and all the excitement that goes along with that. So yeah, hard to pick which posts I would include in a best of wrap-up.

So instead I’ll just say thank you to every single person who ever read my little bebehblog, whether you comment on almost every post (I SEE YOU AND LOVE YOU) or accidentally clicked over here once after Googling “fat person will belly button ring” (two hits from that one today!) I appreciate your readership. If you’re a reader who doesn’t comment, please feel free to join in any time. If you’re a commenter with a blog, please make sure I know so I can add you to my Google reader. And if you think this whole blogging thing is kind of silly but keep coming back for cute pictures of my kid, I promise there will be EVEN MORE (now with Girl Bebeh!) this year.

I hope we can be better friends in 2011. Happy New Year!!

To grandmother’s assisted living facility and grandfather’s nursing home we go! OK, so the song doesn’t work quiet as well since they sold the super cool old house (with a servant’s staircase! and a laundry chute! and a scary basement!) but we did go over the Hudson and through Western Pennsylvania Massachusetts.

I’ve felt bad for a while that almost no one on my Mom’s side of the family had ever met the baby, so this weekend my very kind, very patient, very good at driving through a frickin’ BLIZZARD husband chauffeured Baby Evan and I up to Rochester, New York for my grandmother’s 83rd birthday. I took a zillion pictures. This is going to be totally boring for absolutely everyone except for my family who was actually there so feel free to skip today’s post.

Baby Evan's first ride in an elevator. E's face is like that because he just finished saying "You're going to take a picture of this, aren't you?"

Wheelchairs! Just like strollers, except easier to fall out of!

With Grandpa (Great-Grandpa to Baby Evan)

We were trying to figure out what Great-Grandpa would be in Swedish, since my mom is MorMor (mother's mother). MorMorFar? FarMorMor?

With Grandma (Great-Grandma to Baby Evan)

Baby Evan and his Great-Aunt Susan (Mom's sister) at the very cute bead store where she works

Mom's brother, Chuck. I really don't think Chuck would like being called a "great-uncle".

Baby Evan with my cousin Jenny, who I remember as being 6 years old. Now she has a boyfriend. I think that means he pulled her pigtales on the playground.

A jaunty hat is fun for all ages!

What do you want me to do, sing and dance? I'm smiling! Throw me a french fry or two!

The view from our hotel balcony. Rochester had about two feet of snow (with more coming down) right before we got there.

No, you cannot come out of the 7th floor balcony to get a closer look at the snow.